Beloved Master Epicurus,

Although formally an open letter, it is to you as my Teacher and
foremost among the population of Ashtan that I direct this request.
Once again dire times have fallen upon the Bastion of the North,
once again invading armies rampage through its streets. No great
general there is amongst us this time to rout those hordes, merely

a handful of rabble that seem busier stuffing their pockets at the
expense of all those that were truly born here. I count myself
among the latter, having been born outside the doxy house and
having grown up as an orphan on the streets. It is because of this
that I have proclaimed the Free State of The Descent, also known
as Martin's Sorrow. It is time that we take care of our own
business instead of allowing it to be ruined on account of upstarts
whom we never asked to rule us in the first place.

It is therefore, and bearing in mind that your worthy confrere
Ikant is too deeply preoccupied by his personal projects, that I
appeal to you to rise to this momentous occasion. Ashtan deserves
to be led to true freedom and it is you, Master, who have both the
stature and the vision to lead it thither. It can be done, as there
are more communities in Sapience that rule their own, such as the
city of Djeir and the various villages. Also it is to you, the
Ratman, the sailor, the shifties, the harlots and the children of
Ashtan to rise up and rid yourselves of the bugs that have been
feasting upon your life's blood for so many decades! Do not allow
your home to be razed on their account! What have we to lose but
our shackles? Ashtan arise! Arise!!

The Supreme Provider

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Severin, in the year 123 MA.